Here Comes Christmas...Whether We Are Ready or Not

As it is beginning to be Christmas Time, I felt like I wanted to take a moment today, and over the next couple of days to share some poems to remind us of the true meaning of Christmas. I know that Christmas time is a highly commercialized event in the world, but let us all remember that the true gift of Christmas lay in a manger bed long ago, bringing a light and life to the world that enables us to return and live with our Heavenly Father and with our Brother Jesus Christ, and allows us to be perfected in Him if we use this precious gift of love and sacrifice to become better; closer to Them.

Christmas Gift

Silently He lay His head,

Angels round His manger bed.

Choirs singing thru the skies,

Praises sung to God on High.

Jesus Christ, Anointed One,

Mortal Reign is just begun.

Come to teach and life to give,

That all may return and live.

Mother Mary's gentle love,

Held close this gift from above.

She knew of His Godly worth,

Loved Him fierce right from His birth.

Angels praise and glory give

Holy Babe on earth to live.

Father bathed Him with His love,

Circling gently as a dove.

Shepherds came and left their flocks,

Saw the Lord in swaddling cloths.

The Lamb of God, Shepherd true,

Knew so young just what He'd do.

The wondrous story oft retold

Of frankincense, myrrh, and gold.

Wise men came and saw the Son,

God's Beloved, Atoning One.

His mission here to fulfill,

Preach his word and teach His will.

Loving gift for all mankind,

Gave His life to ease the bind.

Christmastime is meant for this,

Shows the way to Endless Bliss.

Don't forget this wondrous gift,

He is there, our souls to lift.

Silently He lay His head,

Angels round His manger bed.

Choirs singing thru the skies,

Praises sung to God on High.

Jesus Christ, Anointed One,

Mortal Reign had just begun.

Came to teach-and life He gave,

That all may return with faith.

Letting Go

For years I held on to bitterness and grudge. This made it practically impossible for me to move forward with my life. Over and over I would get stuck because it wasn't fair that people had been so mean to me. At least, that was how I saw it. Gradually I began to realize I had a part in all that I had seen as injustice in my life. By realizing my part, I was able to move forward, at least in part. It wasn't until I was ready to Let Go and Let God, ready to forgive and move forward, that I really started to live again. My poem entitled Letting Go was a huge step in the right direction as I tried to right my life and be the person I wanted to become.

Letting Go

Anger, hurt, frustration too;

God on high, please pull me through.

Standing here on solid ground

And trying hard not to drown.

Bitter taste of all these years,

Now I struggle through the tears.

All the feelings I have stuffed,

Is it time to say enough?

Am I willing now to find

Darkest corners of my mind?

As I try to find my voice,

Spirit whispers of my choice-

Live in darkness all thy life,

Or find the way through this strife.

The choice is now up to thee,

Hold thy chains or become free.

Daughter don't forget I'm here,

I can sense that thou doth fear.

Don't forget my loving arms,

I can keep thee from thy harm.

This too for thee I have done,

And this battle can be won.

I can give thee strength to try,

And I 'll give thee wings to fly.

In thy sorrow I will lead,

Turn to me in all thy need.

All this anger, hurt and pain

Is for thy good, for thy gain.

The time has come here at last

To heal thy pain from the past.

Know I will not let thee down,

I will be there all around.

Trust in me and feel my love,

I am guiding from above,

I was never gone away-

I am always here to stay.

Show thy strength and lift thy head,

Give to me thy doubt and dread.

I will take thy wounds all hid

And be there, thy troubles rid.

Just Imagine

I take a break from poetry now as I share with you a little prose that came to me a few weeks ago as I was contemplating what it would feel like if we understood the extent of the Atoning Sacrifice that Christ made for us, and understood that it was His great love for us that allowed Him to give us this amazing gift. We may never understand exactly how much He loves us, but here is a small inkling of what that love must be.

Just imagine...

Think of your best friend. In a way, they mean the world to you. Find your best memory of your parents, that time you looked into their eyes and just knew- knew that they loved you and were proud of you, and would do anything for you; die for you even. Next, think of how you feel wrapped in the arms of the person you love and want to spend the rest of your life, the rest of forever with.  Imagine the mantle of love you feel as a missionary, or in a calling that places you in a position to serve your fellow ward family. Remember your siblings and how much you love them, though you may not always see eye to eye. Finally, think how much you love your nieces and nephews; children in some cases. Now, combine all this love and times it by a billion, and you get the faintest idea of how much your Heavenly Father and His Son Jesus Christ love you.

Jesus Christ, your brother. This man who willingly took your life upon Himself, suffering an agony so real and so indescribable for you, because He loves you. Think of your deepest misery, caught in the depths of sin. The smallest child's spat to the darkest mistakes of the wayward adult, any hidden secret you can find. Take this and times it by every stumbling block you may see. Now times it by every person who is, has been, or will be on this earth. The mistakes, loneliness, shortcomings, and afflictions of every person on this earth were paid for by this wonderful man who willingly came to this earth to die for you. His blood was shed for you that through Him you could become clean and partake of Eternal Life in His Kingdom, to become like Him and return with Honor. Through His Atoning Sacrifice, you can become perfect in Him.

Atoning Grace

Here is my last "Grace" poem, one of my favorite of the poems I have written.

Atoning Grace

Gentle daughter, do not fear.

Know ye not I'm always near?

I'll not leave thee in the dark,

Thou hast not yet missed the mark.

Thru thy pain I quiet reach,

Listen to the words ye speak.

My gentle voice whispers soft

Thru the waves thou hast been tossed.

I hath sent the storms to thee,

Asking thee to trust in me.

I will be thy gentle stay

As I lead thee on thy way.

Thou hast yet a lot to come

On the path that leads thee home.

I will give thee strength to bear

All the burdens sent thee there.

Daughter thou art yet a saint,

And I hear thy soul's complaint.

Even those with mighty strength

Only run a little length.

I ask thee to do thy best,

Then I come to do the rest.

All I ask is for some faith,

Then I succor thee in grace.

As I come to lift thee up,

I will take thy bitter cup.

I can't take away thy pain,

But I'll give thee strength again.

I will bear thy burdens too

As with grace I pull thee through.

Peace will enter in thy heart

As ye strive to do thy part.

Satan's chains will harder pull,

Trying ye to falsely lull.

When the darkness closes in,

Turn to me in need therein.

With my strength ye can move on,

Sorrow, pain, and heartache gone.

My atonement was for all;

Every pain and every fall.

Ye can enter in my joy

But ye must my help employ.

I will help thee come back home,

Thou wilt reap what thou hast sown.

After All I Can Do Comes the Grace

Here I am again. Now that I have a computer I will be trying to update my posts more regularly. Today I am going to start with the rest of my "Grace" poems. Remember how a few posts back I was hooked up on "Light"? Well, I eventually became hooked on Grace, Faith, and Love in the very same manner. So, that being said, here are two more poems that deal with Grace.

Saving Grace

Hands reach up to touch the sky,

And the Lord is standing nigh.

Heart of pain on bended knee,

The Lord reaches back to me.

His arms will stay open wide,

Helping through your troubled ride.

Standing outside He will knock

And wait for you to unlock.

Though trials will come your way,

He will guide you day by day.

He will not your souls forsake,

But He heals the burning ache.

When your sins are scarlet red,

Turn to Him the Lord-life bread.

Through Him your sins become wool,

His love then will pull you through.

Then holding on, feel His grace

Pull you through your struggling race.

And you'll feel His arms wrap round,

Keeping you warm, safe and sound.

Through His humble gift of love,

We each can return above.

He loves us and wants us home,

We must know we're not alone.

Father's Grace

I try to find my way

In all I do and say.

This life is quite the task,

With all that Father asks.

While Satan tries to win,

It's hard to not give in.

The pressures of this life

Are full of toil and strife.

For every bitter taste,

The Lord will come with grace.

As His voice quiet speaks,

Through all our doubts to reach.

I hear Him whisper soft,

Trying to pierce my dross.

My daughter listen true,

Thou wilt know what to do.

Thy spirit is so strong,

Don't think thou won't belong.

I want to know thy heart,

Please strive to do thy part.

It's hard to see thy pain,

I'll lift thee up again.

Just turn to me in need,

Take my hand, let me lead.

My daughter thee I love,

I'm watching from above.

Just let me take thy load,

I'll lead thee on thy road.

Silent Grace

Here is my latest poem. Once my computer gets fixed I will be updating this blog, but since I feel this one needs shared, I was attempting to post from my phone, which failed miserably, so now I am sitting at a library computer so I can get this out there.

 Silent Grace

Whispers softly thru the night,
Leads me back into the light.
My Father's voice, calling soft
Bringing me to higher lofts.

Loving child, I am here,
I will help thee thru thy fear.
I am always by thy side
Guiding thru the serpent's lies.

As my Spirit touches thee,
Making thee what thou canst be.
I will calm thy troubled heart
As I help thee do thy part.

Struggles in thy life will come,
Yet my child, not alone.
Come to me and find my grace
I will help thee find thy place.

Child, thou art a budding queen,
Keep thy heart and spirit clean,
Turn to me in everything,
And thy spirit then can sing.

Adam fell that men might be,
And I help them come to me.
All thy sins the price is paid
Through the gift I loving gave.

I have seen the life thou left,
Daughter, thou art surely blessed.
Thou art now becoming pure,
Turning to the rock that's sure.

Blessed child thou wilt see
All thast thou canst one day be.
I am here to help thee home,
Let me lead when thou wilt roam.

Don't forget my gentle love
Sent to thee from up above.
I can stay here by thy side
If thou lets me fully guide.